loss of willpower
surge of doubt
in the final hours
my mind is in drought
your love was the water
of a shower in spring
now my heart is a desert
summer heat shimmering
your hate is a blade
twisting deep in my chest
my senses fade
as the day goes to rest
in the darkest hour of night
my lifes blood falling
but still i fight
though death is calling
i hear his voice
a whisper in my ear
"you'll soon face the fates"
he says as he comes near
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